Demonic Dragon: Harem System Chapter 593: He hasn't changed at all

Chapter 593: He hasn’t changed at all…

The wind sliced Strax’s face as his torn wings struggled to keep him aloft. It was no longer his dragon form that gave him strength; it was only his human body, sustained by the demonic energy that insisted on manifesting itself in the black, wounded wings pulsing on his back. Each beat was an effort, each breath sounded like embers burning inside his lungs.

He didn’t know how long he had been flying. Hours? Days? The endless line of the ocean made him lose track. He only knew he couldn’t stop. Not while they were sowhere. His wives. His partners. The ones who had been ripped from him by the fury of the storm.

Strax’s red eyes scanned the horizon insistently. Every wave seed to hide sothing. Every reflection of light on the water was a possible sign. But nothing. Just the sea. The silence. The void.

Until, finally, sothing different appeared ahead: a dark green speck in the midst of the vast blue. An island. Small, irregular, surrounded by rocks and palm trees that rose like spears against the sky. There were no signs of smoke or habitation. Only untouched jungle and white beach.

Strax descended slowly, flapping his wings more carefully to conserve what little energy he had left. As he approached, the scent of damp earth and fresh vegetation filled his nostrils. It was almost comforting after the salty taste of the sea.

He landed firmly, his feet sinking lightly into the warm sand. He stood still for a few seconds, simply absorbing his surroundings, trying to capture any trace of an aura.

And then he felt it.

Several presences. Distinct, yet familiar. The blood in his veins stirred, recognizing the link, the energy he knew so well. Four auras, fragile, unbalanced, but still alive.

“Finally…” he murmured, his voice low, guttural.

The sound ca first: hurried footsteps, stumbles, rapid breathing. Then, the vision. From the path that opened through the vegetation, four female figures erged, running desperately, their hair disheveled, their clothes reduced to rags torn by the storm. Their skin was marred by scratches, but the gleam in their eyes was unmistakable.

Beatrice was the first to appear, her body bent forward, trying to maintain balance, her breasts nearly spilling out of the torn cloth covering her. Right behind her ca Bellatrix, more clumsy, tripping over her own feet, but still maintaining an air of concentrated fury even in her disorderly run. Cristine ca between them, laughing nervously as if the situation were too absurd to be real, and Yennifer, finally, tried to maintain so dignity, even though her dress was so ruined it barely covered her.

They ran in unison, but fate decided to play a trick.

The loose sand betrayed their hurried feet, and in a disastrous second, the four collided with each other, stumbling and falling together in a tangle of arms and legs, straight onto the sand, inches from Strax’s feet.

For an instant, the world stopped.

Strax looked down, the scene so unexpected that even his exhausted mind took a while to process. The four won, half-naked, covered in sand, trying to stand up at the sa ti and failing miserably, muttering to each other amid groans of pain and embarrassnt.

And then, sothing exploded inside him.

A laugh.

Not an ordinary laugh, not a stifled sound. It was a deep, colossal laugh that erupted from his chest like thunder. The sound echoed across the beach, reverberating through the trees, causing birds to take flight in flocks, startled by the impact. The very earth seed to vibrate beneath the intensity of his voice.

The four won stopped imdiately, their eyes wide, staring at him as if it were the first ti they’d seen him. Beatrice, sand still stuck to her face, blinked several tis, her mouth agape. Bellatrix huffed in irritation, trying to shake off Cristine’s weight on her back. Cristine, in turn, laughed nervously again, as if Strax’s sound were contagious. Yennifer, her pride wounded, blushed to the roots of her hair and turned her face away, trying to cover her body with her arms.

“You…” Strax said between laughs, trying to catch his breath, but soon another laugh took over, even louder. “You fell… right in front of … like prey stumbling before the hunter!”

Bellatrix finally stood up, brushing off the sand and pointing an accusing finger at him. “DON’T laugh at us, you insufferable demon!”

Which only made Strax laugh louder, his voice shaking the nearby treetops.

Cristine burst into laughter too, clutching her stomach, tears already streaming from the corners of her eyes. “My God, what a ridiculous scene… I can’t…”

Beatrice, still trying to catch her breath, stared at Strax, and despite the embarrassing situation, her eyes filled with relief. “Yes… it’s him.”

Yennifer finally looked up slowly, still flushed, but unable to hide the small smile that played on her lips. “Of course it would be like that. It could only be like that with you, Strax.”

He took a deep breath, finally controlling his laughter. His red eyes still shone brightly, and the smile that ford on his lips was a mixture of amusent and relief.

“I searched for you… all over this damn sea.” His voice lowered, now deep and charged with emotion. “And look how fate decides to play with .”

Beatrice approached first, hesitant, but with tears of relief streaming down her dirty face. She touched his arm, confirming that he was real, that he was standing before her. Strax raised his hand and ran it through her hair, brushing away the stuck sand.

“You’re alive… all of you.” His smile softened. “Then it was worth it.”

Bellatrix crossed her arms, still trying to maintain her composure. “I could have died of embarrassnt before I drowned, you know?”

Strax rely arched an eyebrow, barely containing a laugh. “That would be a curious death in itself.”

Cristine, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, nudged Yennifer lightly. “He hasn’t changed at all.”

Strax, who still let out occasional chuckles, raised an eyebrow at that. His laughter slowly died, giving way to a strange unease. For so reason, those words echoed deep in her mind, as if a weight had been hidden within them.

A warm breeze blew from the forest, stirring grains of sand around them. The air seed thicker, as if the island itself had held its breath.

He frowned, his voice deep, slow, and suspicious.

“What do you an… I haven’t changed at all?” His red eyes road over each of them. “We were together before the storm. That was what… about twelve hours ago? Maybe less.”

Silence.

The four won exchanged glances, as if they had ntally agreed on who would have the courage to speak. Beatrice took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly, and took a step forward. Her eyes were watering, not from relief this ti, but from the gravity of what she was about to say.

“Strax…” His voice was soft, but sharp as ice. “It hasn’t been hours.”

He arched an impatient eyebrow. “How could it not have been? I felt the storm, I was swept away, and when I woke up, I was at sea. I flew straight here.”

Beatrice swallowed. “We’ve been trapped here for six months.”

The words fell like a stone to Strax’s heart.

For a mont, he thought he hadn’t heard correctly. Six months? Ridiculous. Impossible. His mind raced in circles, trying to rationalize. Maybe it was a trick of the island. Maybe it was their own confusion. Maybe…

“What?” His voice was hoarse, almost a suppressed roar. His eyes glowed brightly, the demonic aura vibrating in waves around him, making the sand tremble. “This doesn’t make sense. To … it was only hours. I didn’t waste any ti.”